Introduction

Back to the Drawing Board

I brought some verses to my love-
The metaphors were trite,
The words were pale and delicate,
The meter wasn't right.

She criticized my lack of taste
In writing such a mess.
The verses totaled only four,
But she could do with less.

Now I have found another love
Who doesn't criticize
My poetry, but makes remarks
About my taste in ties.

Until I find a perfect love
Who will appreciate
My many sterling qualities,
I'll live without a mate.

Copyright; Bob Johnston
Email: bobkj@newmexico.com